Poems about Inspiration
#MyInspiration
My inspiration poems, a look into what inspires creativity and artistry in poets and writers. Poetry about a poet's muse or creative influence. Also poems about our idols, things or people who inspire us and those we aspire to be like.
Her
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 10:13pm
13th Dec 2024 10:13pm
Sam I Am (SamNash)
Sam I am
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks ...
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks ...
#admiration
#friendship
#gratitude
#MyInspiration
#support
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PAR
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
13th Dec 2024 3:34pm
Vision_of_insanity
A mountain is not
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
what you see
from the air.
A vision is not what
you can see inside
the mountain...
Inside the mountain
a rock heart of
insanity.
Trembling.
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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NP_NP
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
9th Dec 2024 1:39am
The Poet
Am I the thinker, fated to dwell at hell's dark gate?
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
The words, like storms, crash in my skull—
relentless, pleading to be written, a curse or gift, I ask God?
I can whisper beauty so soft it curls into your soul,
and in that moment, we are the only ones who exist.
You blink, bewildered, and say, "How do you do this?
I've confessed to you things I’ve never dared to speak, not even to my therapist."
It starts with a simple question—"If you could pick a memory to relive what would it be and why?"
I watch you slip away, carried by...
#identity
#motivational
#MyInspiration
#myself
#philosophical
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MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
7th Dec 2024 8:05pm
Poetry, My Life Sustaining
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen...
#admiration
#inspirational
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 8:26pm
26th Nov 2024 8:26pm
Princess Alia Coming Through
She's coming this way to her throne in Hollyweird. All the pop stars gawk and gaze upon her. She’s darker than Billie Eyelash. Just the right amount of dark to not turn into a serial killer, to be admired and forever loved.
All those who didn’t love her are in awe and in jealousy. How this queen could do it without them.
Well, she’s here, and she’s rocking it.
She smiles secretly under her long, black hair. Her secret words to Josh.
“Your turn to start begging, bitch.”
All those who didn’t love her are in awe and in jealousy. How this queen could do it without them.
Well, she’s here, and she’s rocking it.
She smiles secretly under her long, black hair. Her secret words to Josh.
“Your turn to start begging, bitch.”
#MyInspiration
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moon_bather
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
26th Nov 2024 2:33am
The Zero
Sacajawea
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
Got a goddamn
Empty pile
of nothing
I respect the heroes
Who added up
To zeros
Yet they got
More to say
Than your
Worst enemy
In spite of me
You loved me
I felt nothing
All the same
But goddamn
I am
An empty pile
Of nothing
I feel respect
Yet frustration
For the heroes
Whom they called
Zeroes
My ultimate heroes
All the same
Nothing.
#curse
#MyInspiration
#nostalgia
#passion
#redemption
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 7:40pm
15th Nov 2024 7:40pm
Pour out your emotions with writing
Pour out your Emotions with Writing,
Is what you really should do,
When you are feeling down and out,
When you are feeling so, so blue.
Pour out your emotions with writing,
When you can't seem to figure it out,
When you really just don't have a clue, and
You are going through fears and doubts.
Pour out your emotions with writing,
When you have done all that you can,
When you don't have the slightest idea,
Through these trials, you continue to stand.
Even when you're feeling so down,
When your feel life is...
Is what you really should do,
When you are feeling down and out,
When you are feeling so, so blue.
Pour out your emotions with writing,
When you can't seem to figure it out,
When you really just don't have a clue, and
You are going through fears and doubts.
Pour out your emotions with writing,
When you have done all that you can,
When you don't have the slightest idea,
Through these trials, you continue to stand.
Even when you're feeling so down,
When your feel life is...
#hope
#motivational
#MyInspiration #uplifting
#MyInspiration #uplifting
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oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
Mining Me
Mining Me
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#music #MyInspiration
#music #MyInspiration
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
a fable
A fable
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
#WritersBlock
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wallyroo92
Bumped 5th Nov 2024 6:21am
21st Mar 2019 8:16pm
21st Mar 2019 8:16pm
Vowel (re)Movement
Wh@t if @ll the vowels in poetry united?
@nd ignited @ movement @ll @round the world?
Wh@t if they’d vow not to work for @nyone?
@ move me@nt to le@ve us writers in @ whirl.
If they’d unionize they’d go strike @nd terrorize,
We’d feel helpless like we couldn’t use our h@nds,
M@ybe we could use those other @ltern@tives,
Like @sterisks, excl@m@tions, @t @nd @mpers@nds.
We live in @ world of fix@tions with h@sht@gs @nd @bbr.
Where the true @rt of the word seems slurred @nd dying,
@t le@st in my eyes but I love the properly cleverly...
@nd ignited @ movement @ll @round the world?
Wh@t if they’d vow not to work for @nyone?
@ move me@nt to le@ve us writers in @ whirl.
If they’d unionize they’d go strike @nd terrorize,
We’d feel helpless like we couldn’t use our h@nds,
M@ybe we could use those other @ltern@tives,
Like @sterisks, excl@m@tions, @t @nd @mpers@nds.
We live in @ world of fix@tions with h@sht@gs @nd @bbr.
Where the true @rt of the word seems slurred @nd dying,
@t le@st in my eyes but I love the properly cleverly...
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#metaphor
#philosophical
#passion
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msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
4th Nov 2024 2:19am
4th Nov 2024 2:19am
Soul Writing
Soul Writing to me is,
writing from the soul,
that is Deep from within,
just let your soulful words flow.
Whatever the trails and tribulations,
through lyrics, just let it go,
inspiring words will lift you higher,
even when you are feeling low.
Having Frustrations on every hand,
even when people just really don't know.
motivation is the key, and
encouragement will help you to grow,
It's deep down in your heart,
So, let these words flow from the Soul!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/28/2024
writing from the soul,
that is Deep from within,
just let your soulful words flow.
Whatever the trails and tribulations,
through lyrics, just let it go,
inspiring words will lift you higher,
even when you are feeling low.
Having Frustrations on every hand,
even when people just really don't know.
motivation is the key, and
encouragement will help you to grow,
It's deep down in your heart,
So, let these words flow from the Soul!!!
B.R.
Date: 9/28/2024
#LifeAsAWriter
#love
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
#MyInspiration #WritingPoetry
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DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 6:44am
3rd Nov 2024 6:44am
Wishful Thinking
Wishful thinking lead me down this road
I needed to find myself along the way
So many guilty seeds have been sowed
Darkening this field where demons play
Walking in shadows searching for light
So many summers chasing this illusion
Witnessed dreams being killed for spite
Suffering under a foregone conclusion
Remembering the fallen created a path
Showing me how to break this slumber
Imagine Bukowski with a touch of Plath
Forgot the name sure I lost the number
It’s for the love of the write I’m still here
Always...
I needed to find myself along the way
So many guilty seeds have been sowed
Darkening this field where demons play
Walking in shadows searching for light
So many summers chasing this illusion
Witnessed dreams being killed for spite
Suffering under a foregone conclusion
Remembering the fallen created a path
Showing me how to break this slumber
Imagine Bukowski with a touch of Plath
Forgot the name sure I lost the number
It’s for the love of the write I’m still here
Always...
#MyInspiration
188 reads
18 Comments
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